afternoon. I don't think any one except Beatrice saw me start along the
canal path, but they can prove that I knew all about Douglas Romilly's
disappearance, because I travelled to America under his name and with his
ticket, and deliberately personated him."

"They can prove all that," she agreed, "but they can't prove the crime
itself. Beatrice is the only person who could do that."

"She proposes to marry me," he announced grimly. "That would prevent her
giving evidence at all."

Elizabeth suddenly threw her arms around his neck and held her cheek to
his.

"She shan't marry you!" she declared. "I want you myself!"

"Elizabeth!"

"Yes, I have made up my mind, Philip. It is no use. The other things are
fascinating and splendid in their way, but they don't count, they don't
last. They're tinsel, dear, and I don't want tinsel--I want the gold.
We'll face this bravely, wherever it leads, however far, however deep
down, and then we'll start again."

"You know what this means, Elizabeth?" he faltered. "That man Power--"

She brushed the thought away.

"I know. He'll close the theatre. He'll do all he can to harm us. That
doesn't matter. The play is ours. That's worth a fortune. And the new one